This is your average “I was on birth control, I got stupid drunk in college, forgot to take my pill, and got pregnant” story…with a twist.
I will never forget the moment I realized I was pregnant. I was 18 and I was a freshman in college, dating this guy. I was terrified of telling my parents but I had no choice. They would find out one way or another. It was in that moment that my mom said “you know I just want you to weigh all your options here. I had an abortion when I was 18 and I don’t have any regrets”. Holy shit, am I bonding with my mom over abortions? I just knew if my mom had experienced this, I would be okay.
My mom was supportive from day one. We talked about what life would be like if I continued on with the pregnancy vs what it would be like if I moved forward with the abortion. Needless to say all signs pointed to “I’m not ready.” My mom came with me to the clinic the day of the procedure because the guy that got me pregnant couldn’t be there. Eye roll. We drove through the parking lot and my mom rolled down her window and flipped off all the protesters. It was exhilarating.
Fast forward 16 years…I am happily married with two children that were very much planned and a career. I can’t imagine my life any other way. And I will proudly be there for my daughter if she is ever in this situation, just as my mother was for me.
